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The evening is quiet
surrounded by a blue warmth,
a fragile mist
In between
hints of the stars
And in the night
in the nearness of morning
the stars
fall
Yet,
yet they carry,
and swing
tenderly they swing
into a new world
-Kiti
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Here,
here is the morning
bright
starred by sunbeams,
endless, open to all
And a growing day
a day growing out of the morning
with scents, ample scents
fillled with worlds
and
the new worlds
are borne
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